"My Lord, intelligence on the Roland Thorn."
"You may leave."
Many of them took the parchments handed over by the soldiers and raised their heads to look at the faint clouds in the sky. They still felt a little depressed.
The battle had ended, but he was still in the Sith Court. The soldiers here had all died in the battle, and the remaining knights couldn't serve as the main force. There were only corpses and civilians in the huge city. Of course, the nobles who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun couldn't even be considered as civilians. In the eyes of many, most of the nobles were only worthy of the word 'trash'.
They ate and drank from the people, but in the end, they still had to let the people stand in front of them when the disaster came. It was really despicable.
In the current state of the Empire, whether the knights suffered the scourge of the undead or not was almost the same. In the eyes of many, if the people of the Sith Court continued like this, they could really die en masse in a year with more natural disasters. There was no need for the undead to invade at all. The taxes collected were enough to crush all the civilians to death.
Many sighed, opened the parchment, and carefully read the intelligence on Henry.
From these intelligence reports, it seemed that the undead invasion had collectively quieted down after his success in defending the city. The undead outside Xiilias City had all retreated, and there were no signs of undead outside Klimt's territory and Sibor in the western part of the Empire. It seemed that the undead had changed their strategy and temporarily retreated due to the failure of their all-out attack.
Now that he could finally take a breather, the first thing that came to his mind was that he could go to Dashiell and "discuss" Sylvia's problem with her. But the exquisite letter that came next stunned him.
This was a royal envelope. The bright red wax seal and elegant handwriting told him that this wasn't the kind of paper that the Roland Thorns would use. He opened the envelope suspiciously and found that it was a letter of conferment.
Queen Flora?
Many people stared blankly at the words on the letter. Some of them didn't even realize what was going on. After confirming it again and again, they realized that it really said "Empress" — Flora had become a Sovereign?
Henry's intelligence should have told him about this a long time ago. But after thinking about it, he understood that Flora was only a 'co-ruler' now. With Charnak around, she was not that different from before. It was not a big deal that Henry did not bring up this matter.
Of course, Henry didn't know about the strange relationship between Flora and Many. It was understandable that he only found out about this information now.
But speaking of the Empress, the first image that appeared in Many's mind wasn't Flora. Instead, it was a powerful woman whose name started with the word "Martial". Shaking his head, Many felt that this world was really strange. The little girl who threw a glove at him back then had actually become his … direct superior?
This title was a little inappropriate, but in Many's eyes, that was the feeling. He finished reading the entire letter. At the end, Empress Flora conferred the title of Viscount to Empire. At the same time, Oditore's territory had expanded greatly, and new soldiers would be added in the future. In short, it could be summed up in one word: "Promotion".
This matter only brought a faint smile to Many. He didn't care about this. He had many things to do at the moment. But he also remembered Flora's thoughts in his heart. He wanted to see how this little girl looked like in the Emperor's robe when he had the time.
Another piece of news was about the master of the Sith Court. Klimt's Liege, Count Garr, had lost contact with him in the previous battle. But yesterday, his troops appeared next to Marquis Barton's army in one piece, and they were guarding the city gate together.
This wasn't good news. Although the Empire didn't send a clear message, the entire Sith City understood the intentions of these two armies. The city gate was locked, and the army was going all out, waiting for any changes that could happen at any time.
Looking at this news, Many took out the previous information. The undead in Sibor had also retreated, but the Sibor army was currently stationed in Sith City. It seemed that Victoria was on the side of the Royal Family, while Count Garr and Marquis Barton were on the other side.
At the same time, according to some deductions, in the southern part of the Empire, which was the territory of Marquis Barton, the lords next to the territory of Marquis Barton had started to send their troops towards Sith City. Although the number of troops led by each lord wasn't large, it was still not a small force when gathered together. According to preliminary estimates, although they couldn't keep up with the undead's attack, it was still a simple matter to gather fifty thousand combat units.
Thinking back to his Troll Army of less than two thousand, Many felt that he wouldn't be of much use in this turbulent time. As a qualified military commander, he couldn't place all his hopes on one type of army. Although mages were powerful, they couldn't be the only trump card. Many knew that although he agreed to this seemingly impossible battle, after careful analysis, 90% of the reason was that he relied on the entire Medusa family.
This wasn't a good sign, and Many knew it clearly. That was why he wisely placed himself in a very low position. This way, he could see the things around him that he needed to worry about. If he thought that he could sit on the same level as the big bosses of the Empire, Oditore's construction that had just started to improve would probably be destroyed.
Down-To-Earth development was what Oditore wanted to do at this moment. It was said that war was money, and war was money. However, Many had no way to gain any benefits from fighting the undead. Apart from rotten meat and broken equipment, these bones didn't leave anything useful.
After five days of vigilance, half of Oditore's army had evacuated from Sith City. With the teleportation circle, reinforcements were only a matter of time. Therefore, Many was not interested in wasting his army on such a waste of manpower and resources. Every one of his soldiers was an elite, the most powerful killing machine on the battlefield, not sentries that were used to stand guard overnight.
Before leaving, 'Adjudicator' Merkel and Many had a dinner together. Many naturally wouldn't refuse such a formal dinner, but Madam Vasaki didn't attend, which lessened the awkwardness between both sides.
Although Merkel was the head of the Inquisition, which was known as the coldest and cruelest of the Holy See, Many felt that these things were more or less exaggerated rumors. Merkel, who had dinner with Many, left the impression of being knowledgeable and humorous. Of course, as a superior, these things could all be faked, but Many was naturally happy to have a good relationship with this head of the Holy See. After exchanging a few gifts, Many bid farewell to this' head 'of the Holy See, and the latter also set off for Sirius. Many did not know the reason, but Flora was very clear.
That was because she suddenly received a message — her father, Chanak, was seriously ill.